Fruitless is worry –
useless sensitivity
undermining vibrancy –
love smitten are victims,
pause as memories rise
analyze old wounds
revile infatuations
pain threatening
uncertainty too rough
a ride – open arms
wilt with inactivity,
isolated, regretful,
ideals grounded,
smashed by
fruitless worry.
This is something really beautiful and thought provocative.. The title says Fruitless, though this poem is food for thought.. 👌❤️
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Thank you, Hiraa. Glad it’s not totally fruitless, lol.
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Lol. I like your sense of humor too. Cheers!!
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awesome job, vj, great poem ❤
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Thanks!
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